In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.